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I go in and out of the time of this day’s tale.This time is personal, it mimics my own pace, and it is disconnected from the line that marks the logical sequence of events and its connected actions.
I look around, I try to seize the moment and the tale from the eyes around me. Everyone interprets the day in his own way.
For some, time started far off. This tale preserves the traces of what was before. Today is merely an interlude of lightness in a journey that reaches many places.

For others, this tale begins when the curtains open, and lasts just long enough for a toast and the bouquet of roses. Each guest is a protagonist in his own way.
There are those who look around, amused and aloof in their eyes, but who have already consigned their hearts to the future, because the tale, the real one, is yet to begin.
The gaze touches on the moments, messes the fragments and then rearranges them. In the meantime, it draws both the lines of the tale and those of time.
Makeup is not all that is needed, and neither are the clothes: those who enter this tale bring their whole selves with them. Intimacy and memory, hopes and smiles. Impossible to pretend, even just for an hour.

The gaze knows it all and does not content itself with simply telling what is happening today; it does not respect the limits, nor does it surrender at the borders. It insists on both going back and running ahead quickly.
It seeks the clues of the past, of those steps that have led to this day: familiar signs, as well as that past me that has brought me here and now, the one that has made me what I am. An old photograph, a piece of embroidery, a distant resemblance, the ties, the alliances and the latent hostility...
I can stop and listen... It is a voice that shakes but does not hurt... I can remember, if I want to, everything that has made me what I am. Today, the judgment is suspended.

The gaze that tells about me is open-minded, it does not choose for me, nor does it give definitive answers. In this gaze, all roads are open, nothing is ruled out, and no roles have been assigned yet.
It commands time and preserves freedom. It collects the waiting, the smell of the sea, the unspoken words, and the music inside. It offers me everything as it is, without censorship.
I lose my balance but I do not fear falling, for all is redeemed by the inner beauty that shines through.